Son Of A Poor Man - Original Kevin Cronin Vocal - 1980 Mix

Hometown lady, leavin' for the city
 Bags in hand, she's boardin' the train
 Her last look through the window, I saw her eyes were as red as mine
 I waved goodbye but I can't believe she's leaving
 But a woman can't be high-class in a lonely farmer's town
 And the son of a poor man may not turn your head around
 But if you ever get lonely you just pick up the telephone
 And the son of a poor man will bring you home
 Maybe soon I'll see her on some television show
 Painted lips and fingers singing for the world
 A fashion plate for sure dancin' for your plastic world
 Call me up if you can but if not well I'll understand
 But a woman can't be high-class in a lonely farmer's town
 And the son of a poor man may not turn your head around
 But if you ever get lonely just pick up the telephone
 And the son of a poor man will bring you home
 Hometown lady, leavin' for the city
 Bags in hand, she's boardin' the train
 Her last look through the window, I saw her eyes were as red as mine
 I waved goodbye but I can't believe she's leaving
 But a woman can't be high-class in a lonely farmer's town
 And the son of a poor man may not turn your head around
 But if you ever get lonely you just pick up the telephone
 And the son of a poor man, and the son of a poor man will bring you
 And the son of a poor man will bring you down